Sam Jones8 said:Damn, I’ve actually gone down that rabbit hole a few times myself 🤣
Because if I ever actually decided to go through with something like that, you wouldn't catch me posting about it on some random internet forum.
It’s a mess, honestly; compared to the people I hang out with in real life, I’m pretty liberal, but then I hop on here and suddenly I’m leaning way more toward the conservative side... kind of like Malcolm in the Middle. 🙄
Btw, we really need to move this whole conversation over to a chat room. 😳
Not a chat. Either an unpopular opinions thread or just hit up Chemistry. 😳 🤣 I always figured I was a liberal. Then I joined this forum and suddenly I'm some hardcore conservative. 😳
But look, I get it. If I show up here peddling some crappy survey results or trying to lecture people on stuff I don't even do myself—like talking about anal sex—I know exactly what's gonna happen. No matter how polite I try to be about it, I'm just asking for a fight from the die-hard enthusiasts who live and breathe this topic. That's just the way the cookie crumbles.
Drew Ross2 said:Yeah, I guess I did end up sliding into the anal discussion, didn't I? 😁
I usually stay far away from those kinds of topics😳 It honestly creeps me out when I end up being the last one to post in a thread like that, so I'm always praying someone else will comment just so I'm not stuck there looking like the final word.😳 Compared to your average liberal forum user, I've clearly got a stick up my ass.😳
Sam Jones8 said:But hey, we all know who’s really under Mod’s thumb. 😳
Not that I care, just saying.
Yeah, totally, gotta protect yourself first. Otherwise, you're just gonna hear: "You're Moralizing and judging us, you hypocrites!" 😳 It doesn't matter if you say "for me," "personally," "just my opinion," or "everyone should live how they want"—it's all the same nonsense. 😳 😳
Seriously, someone move this to "Unpopular Opinions" already, because we're clearly lost here.😳
Sam Jones8 said:I get it. But does getting a divorce really mean there was never any love there to begin with? 😁
Maybe I'm just tripping. Here's my unpopular opinion: monogamous people who decide to open up their marriages—thinking it'll somehow strengthen their bond or take things to a whole new level 🙄—are actually just desperately trying to patch up something that's already falling apart...
Ugh...wrong thread, but bottom line? I'm with you. I don't see real, true happiness in that...not the deep, soul-level kind, anyway.
I dream I'm at a spa with some random guy from this forum—like, we're actually going to bed together. But then a fly shows up, and he gets all worked up, kills it, and starts hysterically jumping on it even though it's clearly dead. It's super sketchy, but honestly? Even freakier is how much that weird little ritual seems to turn him on. 🤦
Suddenly we're in a living room that’s basically ours, just hanging out. I have to bail because my ride is waiting downstairs to take me to a meetup with people from the forum. He comes down with me and tells everyone he's from the site, but he won't reveal his username. 😵The first woman I run into is this sweet, older lady who gives me a huge hug. Then, this second woman realizes how late it is and slips out of the guy's apartment. She leans in and whispers right in my ear—loud enough for me to hear everything—"Make sure you DM me and tell me who you are."
Now I'm in a car, sitting in the back with two other people and a baby. I've known the kid forever, and they keep smiling at me. I start playing peek-a-boo, and the baby is giggling away until, out of nowhere, they stop, look at me with a full-grown adult voice, and say: "Okay, that's enough. 😕
I get home and walk into the living room to find it's absolutely pouring inside. Like, water is literally leaking through the ceiling. I'm panicking, trying to head upstairs to the neighbor's place, but my front door is already wide open and the hallway light is on. I step out and see the lady from the apartment above and her husband, who wandered into my place to check the damage. She's being incredibly cold about the whole thing, dodging my questions and ignoring my pleas to just stop the leak and fix the mess. She just shrugs and goes something like, "Well, since it's already soaked, let it go all the way." 😕 Her husband is just as much of a Glupac. I start yelling at them, hoping my neighbor—the one I actually get along with—can hear me. Finally, she pops out of her apartment and says to me: "Glupac, this is your own fault. When you moved in, you said you didn't care what happened and wouldn't call anyone for help." 😕 Just totally cold.
I literally writhed in horror 😱. Thank God the dream ended 🤦
Grace Anderson3 said:It’s not about being scared, we just don't want the baby dealing with all that stress. If his dad starts acting out or gets drunk, we're heading straight home. We'll see...
Joseph Clark37 said:Just another weird dream in the books. It started out all hazy, then got clearer and sharper until it felt totally real.
I was part of some group plotting a massive raid on this one institution (can't remember which one specifically). But I vividly remember the pure contempt I felt for the people inside—like, who even are these guys?—and this intense urge to see them punished. As the prep work went on and the attack drew closer, I kept spiraling, wondering if those people actually deserved to die. Like, do I even have the right to take a life, no matter what they did? In the dream, I’m hit with this wave of anxiety and dread right before the strike. We're in this room with white walls and a burgundy couch right in the middle. I'm with my crew, and I remember this one girl—short purple hair, purple lipstick, black leather pants—she just looked at me sideways, like she could see exactly what I was feeling deep down. I ducked into a side room, shut the door, and grabbed my phone. I couldn't let all those people die by our hands. By *my* hands. I called the police, the phone was ringing... then the leader of our group walks in holding his phone, which was ringing from my call, with everyone else trailing behind him. Pure disbelief and terror. Total paralysis. I don't know how, but the first thing I blurted out in desperation was: I can't let this plan happen and let everyone die! He just gave this short, sarcastic laugh and shot back: "Our plan? You seriously don't remember anything, do you? This whole thing is your plan, you idiot." He said I was the one who told them I'd forget everything by the end and warned them that my conscience would try to stop us. I was speechless. Then someone in the group smacked me over the head with something, everything went black, and I woke up.
I’d kill for some warm pancakes right now🙂 but nobody's gonna make them for me.😳
It's Nancy, it's raining, and I'm bored out of my mind. Cleaned the whole house, sorted through all my summer and winter clothes, and now I'm just watching Catfish.😁
Is this a place where I can just vent whenever I feel like it?🤣
